More than an Affair

The following work will be a part in a series following a couple and their sexual adventures. At the time of this part, the female is her third year of college, around age 22/23, while the male is a few years older than she at around 26/27. I modeled the main character after my own habits and sexual fetishes; it is an erotic story that I would want to read. Enjoy! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I had work to do. You knew it. I knew it. The neighbors down the street pratically knew it. It was no secret that I postponed doing my class work until the very last second. This was a habit that drove you crazy. This time, I had an essay due at midnight, one that I hadn't started, and it was already 3 pm. "Babe! Are you almost done with your essay?" The worse part of procrastinating was that I did it in our bed, with one of your shirts, no bra, a pair of daisy dukes on, no panties, and thigh high socks; you felt as though I was

The adult bookstore across the street from a truck stop had become a regular after-work stop. Almost every time there was multiple trucker cock available, sometimes one in each glory hole. This particular visit gave me the opportunity to engage in something I had never done, nor have have since - sex with a father/son team. The booths were really busy when I first entered so I went into one the only one with no glory hole and figured I'd wait until one became available. The attendant was very aggressive in getting people to drop quarters which meant it would not be long before someone vacated one. After hearing voices in the hallway I opened the door a crack to see two Black men leaving a booth, one was older, perhaps in his 50s and the other younger. Both were heavyset like football players. After seeing no empty booths they re-entered the one they were in, closed the door and dropped quite a few quarters. As luck would have it, someone in the booth next to them left, prompting

Jacob had been hanging out with Aiyana now for a few weeks after bumping into her at random one day. She hadn't exactly given him the choice about this, hanging out in his dormitory while he wasn't there and following him around. It was like he had an extra shadow -- albeit one that could shapeshift at will. At first her presence had been unnerving for him. He'd felt for a while that he was being watched and pursued by some malignant entity and things would often be moved around his dorm that shouldn't have been. He'd felt unsafe, until the day she outed herself to him. Aiyana had been pretty safe in revealing her secrets, after all, who would believe somebody claiming to have met a shape-shifter? Such things were in the realm of Bigfoot and Jewish space lasers. Even if somebody did believe, they'd never be able to catch her. It was the weekend, and Jacob and Aiyana had nothing to do. She didn't really have a home to go back to since she didn't particu

My parents took in foster children when I was a kid. This continued for some years, with an array of kids passing through. I was 19, almost 20 when this situation took place. Two sisters, Lyn and Melissa, had lived with us for a year or more. Lyn was the younger, by about a year. She was short and slim, not much body to her, but nice. Melissa, being older and more developed, had smooth curved lines, lovely hips. Her clothes indicated also a beautiful set of boobs. I was about 6 months older than Melissa, almost 20, but still totally naive, especially where sex was concerned. We weren't close friends, but tolerated each other, got on okay as had to be the case in a family home. One day, Lyn and I were sitting in the kitchen, each doing our own thing. The kitchen was the centre of the house, the warmest place in winter, the place where the family met, chatted, worked. Lyn nodded to me saying "Your store's open." I realized the zipper of my trousers was open. Taken aba

I've been having a really, really fucking shitty day. I was up to my eyeballs in cops and my enemies were having the time of their life enjoying my downfall. I'd met with lawyers all day today and yesterday to try and figure a way out of this madness, but it wasn't looking good. Right now, it was possible that I could face a minimum of twenty years in prison for my crimes. Shit. I hadn't gone home, knowing there would be cops waiting for me at my gate. For once, I needed to be by myself and just drink my damn sorrows away while listening to a consistent playlist and hope that liquor would alleviate my fears, even for a few hours. I'd become a criminal in the most cliched way. Poverty. Watching my parents struggle to make ends meet to feed me and my siblings. My dad had lost his job in '88, and we only had my mother's nursing income to cover food and expenses for six people. We'd had to move from a house in the suburbs to an old trailer in the wrong par